This earth of mine is a lotus flower <br />and I write on its petals my first song <br />in praise of a lord who protects this earth <br />of mine with his Sudarshan <br />This earth of mine is not a fragment <br />of cloud carries a rain dropp but holds <br />a vast ocean in its heart and with the same <br />ease holds a river and a tiny stream <br />From mountains to hills, to valleys <br />to beautiful landscapes of nature, <br />it is the song from the heart of earth <br />that seasons repeat in their garden <br />and on that earthen canvas, I sit <br />and write my first song in praise <br />of a shield in gold of fire and lit <br />from its spark a thousands of lamps <br />to remove darkness and shadows <br />from minds... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />May 12, 2009<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/earth-19/
